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I saw that movey War of the Worlds yesterday. There'a a couple scenes in particular that really capture the essence of human nature in a survival situation, and the extreme jealousy and selfishness that arises.

I got to thinking of how attached people are to their "life." Not their life, but the life they set up around them, like their home, job, and posessions. People become incredibly attached to these things, so much so that they let these things define who they are. How many people are really ready to leave their life behind forever in the event of an emergency or disaster? Would you be able to gather your essential needs and leave your home within 60 seconds and not look back?

I can't help but think that any misfortune that comes as a result of someone's own apathy, ignorance, attachment, or arrogance, is completely deserved, especially in a disaster situation.

The life that I'm attached to can be put in a couple of bags. I've been thinking about that a few times. In such a case, I would try to stay attached to this life.

here is what I'd put in the bags:my hard drive, all my slides and negatives, a few music CD's, a few movie DVD's, my camera, a light, some magazines cut outs and pictures, my cell phone (becuase I use it as a clock) and my favorite jeans, they I would float on the flood watter happily attached

--------------------I descend upon your earth from the skies
I command your very souls you unbelievers
Bring before me what is mine

i haven't seen the movie yet, but i just finished reading the book, and i'm glad to see that the movie makes you think just like the book does...well, maybe not as much

here's an extract of the book that relates to what you said:

"All the people that lived in these houses and all these damned employees who lived in the suburbs, all of them weren't worth anything. They have no vigour, no courage, no great ideas, no grand desires, and God! can a man who doesn't have all this do anything else than tremble with fear and hide?

"Every morning they drag themselves to work, carrying their lunch, loosing their breath by running to get to their train on time, with the fear of being fired if they arrived late; they set themselves to work on things they didn't even take the time to understand; at night, they went back home with the fear of being late for dinner; not daring to go out, after dinner, by fear of deserted streets; sleeping with women they married, not because they needed them, but because they had a bit of money that guaranteed a miserable little existence throughout the world; they secured their lives, and put money on the side by fear of diseases or accidents; and on sunday - it was the fear of after-life, like if Hell was for rabbits!"

Quote:Icelander said:How about some food and water? Just a suggestion.

food Is not the life that I'm attached to, because food comes and goes, or better, comes in and goes out. The things that I've put in the bag so far are not consumables, so they are supose to last for ever

--------------------I descend upon your earth from the skies
I command your very souls you unbelievers
Bring before me what is mine

He mentioned a disaster or emergency. Without food and water, which would surely be in short supply, you wouldn't have much fun with some CDs. That is of course if you cared about survival. If not then those things might be of great import to you, and I can see why you would want them.

For myself I would be ok with leaving everything material. I would want to hold the hand of Veritas, and her children, and my best male friend would be nice also. After that I am not much attached anymore. I'm as good as dead anyway.

-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom.

" All that lives was born to die"-Anom.

With much wisdom comes much sorrow,
The more knowledge, the more grief.
Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC